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Your Not Alowed to go There First-Redwall Log

Who:

Oz- Papa Oz, Badger Mother

Angela- Healer

Log:

Oz had done a lot of talking, more today than yesterday as he had some letters made, he went ahead and taught the class for novice to learn the charter, he knows the charter so not like he would need to see it to help others learn it and now he is in his room, avoiding beasts as he coughs a little. He has only been in here maybe a few minutes, lucky not coughing the whole time, but he did cough a little after class, excused himself and came for a nap, so much for a nap as he sighs and clears his throat, maybe a very slight taste he dislikes but he is fine.

But he was heard! Most beasts probably think he has allergies or something, but Angela Quietfeet knows better. Hobbling, the old mouse went to the Infirmary, then hobbled down to the badger's room. Banging her staff on the door, she growls, "Open up, Oz. I'm gonna check on ye whether y'like it or not."

Oz snorts, why can't he just have some peace, though he had wanted to talk to her so maybe putting up with an exam, she can put up with a chat.."Fine, its unlocked just come in=coughs= " He was standing and now sits down in a rocking chair he has in here now.

Opening the door, Angela scowls darkly. "Okay, 'ow are y'feelin'? Coughin' anythin' up? 'Ow do you feel breathin'?" She closes the door behind her, places the bag holding the herbs and things on the bed, and goes to listen to his breathing. "'Tis ridiculous, all these stupid ailments beasts get when they get older," she grumbles, obviously speaking entirely to herself.

Oz listens quietly and just shrugs "Age......" He frowns, his breathing is a little off, but not in some danger area"Coughed...nothing up just hurts"He decides to not mention tasting a little blood, besides it seems gone now so maybe he just thought he tasted it or it was barely any which be good..."Maybe...should of had another do the novice..class" He sounds a little tried

Sighing, Angela shakes her head and steps back. "No...maybe. I don't know, Oz. We don't want to alarm anybeast, 'specially not the Dibbuns. May'ap focus on 'ow you're feelin' and make judgments based on that." She gets out an empty lamp and a bottle of oil and starts filling the lamp, not spilling a single drop of oil in the process.

Oz frowns, "I..am..ok I am not fine, not really. I take the tonic and put up=coughs= with checkups, maybe just ta...make others happy"He listens as she walks around and speaks, then he says "You seem to be more....quiet lately some reason..is there a reason?"

Angela has lit the lamp and set it on a table. After placing a little stand on the lamp's top, she rests a tiny pot on the stand, fills it with water, then drops some herbs into it. Sitting down on the bed, she watches the lamp flame flicker. "Oh...before that Ormaz idiot tried to conquer the Abbey, I 'ad a talk with 'Rose and Emyuil. Apologized for some stuff, an' they told me they weren't mad. Usual pre-death stuff, y'know?" She sounds sad, but then her voice and face harden as she shakes her staff at the badger. "Or are y'askin' nosy questions 'bout the feast agin? Can't a body be sad without everybeast thinkin' there's somethin' wrong that needs t'be fixed??"

Oz tilts his head"Why be sad...if your...forgiven. You should be happy, not sad Angela."He frowns a little"And..your in far better shape than I am....I can't even take a deep breath=coughs again= or ..seemly talk a lot in a short...period of...time. Breathing normal is fine....hate steps though, hate my staff but may need ta..use it anyways"

Angela scowls again, although the part of her that wants to be something other than a Healer is taking morbid satisfaction that he can't lecture her or whatever. "Well, with that knee o' yer's, y'really oughta be usin' yer staff al th' time, anyway. 'Specially on stairs." A sweet yet woody, grassy, and slightly bitter smell starts to waft from the tiny pot on the lamp as the water starts to heat, turning the herbs into some sort of tea. Whether the mouse will have him drink it or not is still unknown. "Why can't I be sad? An' who says I should be anythin' other than whot I am, hmm??" Stubborn as the day is long.

Oz smiles a little "One can...be what ever, but..you have your family, your friends..I am your friend and friends are important."He coughs a little and frowns a little, then speaks again."and my knee is fine lately...its the outta breath at times the...feeling tried and not sleeping well...the.."He frowns"One can, worry about them selfs too and not always talk to others as to not cause them stress or maybe just tell some but not others things..."He goes quiet now.

Glancing at the steaming water, Angela shakes her head. "Aye, but there's fam'ly I /don't/ 'ave 'ere....my 'usband....I never even met DoraRose and Emyuil's sister, LilyMoore. My daughter an' 'er 'suband, 'Rose and Emyuil's parents, are dead. If I 'ad been there, may'aps I could've saved 'em from the fever whot took 'em." Sorrow is plainly heard in her voice, and it's probably good that the badger is blind, since she's refusing to look at him, anyway.

Oz listens quietly, the steam seems to help, he even risks taking a deep slow breath, coughs a little but is able to right now "Sometimes we...can't save everyone, even if one is a ...healer. Tend to remember another being upset when he couldn't save..everyone, sometimes...its...their time."He frowns, tears of his own now thinking of someone else maybe from way way seasons ago. He frowns"Angela...it's ok..to talk, it helps..helped me when my mate and child died...and when Zork...died and I still miss them badly...and Uncle Zee too...and Zinnia...."He takes a couple calming breaths before he speaks more"No one is around..forever, you may wish they were but....like I wont be around forever no matter how much Xander and Krisha..wish it"

Angela sighs. "My 'usband 'ad a tumor. Ate 'im from the inside. Then I was captured, enslaved for enough seasons for the first LilyMoore t'be born, then murdered, an' for m'daughter an' 'er 'usband t'die. If I 'ad been more careful while lookin' for 'erbs, may'ap I wouldn't've been captured." The water in the tiny pot is simmering, and the mouse is watching the bubbles form on the bottom as it prepares to shift into a boil.

Oz nods "Things...happen. I always wondered..maybe me and Northstar, my mate...should of left the night before but the storm was bad, but then the..avalanche  and her and Cole...died, I almost did. I even tried to join her a season alter when I could walk again, a dibbun's cry saved me...not my own, a mouse named Maxtor I adopted and raised, raised away from family had left, a hermit for 9 seasons..almost lost my family in a way then, we forgave one another...Maxtor died...others slowly died..."He is glad he can breath a little better as crying makes him feel worse, he speaks "I heard..getting feelings out is good, makes you less stressful in the long run and your able to feel better..even if its just a good..cry."

The water is boiling nicely. Angela squeezes her staff a little as she watches the herb leaves dance in the boiling water. "Aye, but I'm a 'Ealer. 'Tis m'job t' 'elp beasts, an' if I'm not able t'be there....." She ignores his offer to let her cry. "Don't drink this tea, by the by. 'Tis only to 'elp y'breathe."

Oz nods.."OK...and Angela..I am glad we are friends. I...may not be able to see sadness but I can hear it, detect it in the way others walk or voice tone...crying can help as I said. The past...is the past and this is the now. You have saved many, helped many..one can't be everywhere."He is quiet as he speaks softly "And...do not be upset when I do die, I know I am not getting better, tis not your fault....not mine either...guess that fight during the siege ..I didn't heal from all the way"He shrugs as he sighs "I...could of stayed...there just..stayed with Northstar and the others but I was still...need, still needed now suppose for a little while. I don't know how long I will be around. I...I don't think that much longer. I admit, I don't always say how tried I am, I just smile...the dibbuns help one's mood"He smiles a little and sighs"They will be in good paws with Krisha"

Angela sighs heavily. "Aye, I know. I've 'elped a couple o' beasts through at least somethin' similar to what ye're goin' through." She looks to the floor in shame. "I still think there's somethin' I coulda done differently....try as I might, I can't get past this regret." She sits down on the bed with a sigh of pain. "'Tis even 'ard to 'ave friends, y'know? If I care too much, they might be taken from me.....'appened when I was a slave. Seems everybeast I love dies too early, afore I c'n do anythin' about it."

Oz seems to debate weather to just get up from his own chair and hug her or not, or let her accept his hug, he nods "You..do your best, you still help them though, like now your helping me feel better and can breath a little better than could earlier...I know I am..."He stops but still speaks "Dying....not that soon, not gonna suddenly fall over dead..beasts tend to worry, wish they wouldn't worry. I am taking it easy, if I feel a bit..off I will come to the infirm or maybe sit down and rest somewhere."

Angela may need a hug, but she probably wouldn't accept it. She pulls a little hot pad out of her bag, puts it on the table, and moves the tiny pot, still full of boiling tea, on the hot pad. "It sometimes seems that m'best isn't good enough. May'ap 'tis the curse of the 'Ealer to think this way, I don't know. I've been a battlefield medic in far too many wars to 'ave any idea if m'best is good enough. Per'aps when I die an' see all those soldiers I 'eld while they were dyin' I'll know." She hobbles over to the badger and goes to feel his pulse. "Rest until y'can come to the Infirmary, alright?"

Oz lets her take his pulse and nods, his pulse is good tight now, not slow nor fast. Its a little better as earlier if she took it, it was a little fast.

Angela stands there, still and silent, then murmurs, "Ye're pulse is good. 'Ow is yer breathin'? Are y'feelin' any better than y'did when I got in 'ere?"

Oz nods "I am able to breath a bit better.....thank you Angela"He will offer her a chance to hug him, if she wants to..other wise he will just relax after a short while.

Nodding, Angela pretends to ignore the offered hug chance and instead busies herself blowing out the lamp and closing up her bag. "I'll leave the pot in 'ere an' come back for it later when it'll be cold. Give it as much time as possible to 'elp yer breathin'. D'y'need anythin' else? I'm still workin' on makin' that tonic taste less bad."

Oz sighs, "I will be ok Angela..." He tilts his head "But will you?"

Angela stops what she's doing, then sighs and continues on with packing up all her stuff. "I don't know, Oz. I'm so old, my seasons so long. I sometimes get so tired, I wish I would sleep and never wake up. But I keep doing so, keep pressin' on. I don't know if I'll ever be full alright." Slinging her bag over her shoulder across her chest, she turns to the badger. "I can only 'ope that someday I will be."

Oz frowns "Never wish to not wake up, that would be horrible for any beast to find....your still needed and I have a feeling your be grumbling at beasts for a lot more seasons yet"He chuckles a little at that thought. He starts to stand to maybe hug her, his arms are open but he will let her choose, if she doesn't want to that's fine. Its her choice"You would be missed...besides I rather it be me one day greeting you in the dark forest, not you greeting me in the dark forest. Your a good friend and your frankly not allowed to go there first"

Angela scowls, then smiles slightly. "Who says I'm not, y'big furry stripey Dibbun?" She goes to give him a slightly awkward side hug. He should be happy. She basically never hugs anybody outside of her family, so he needs to enjoy it while he can! "D'y'need anythin' else? I actually was on m'way to check on a beesting when I figured y'needed me more."

Oz smiles at the hug and grins a little, he even sticks his tongue out and smiles "I will be fine may take rest of the day off"

Angela scoffs, then turns and hobbles out. "Or at least take it easy, Oz. We want you around as long as possible." She then leaves and heads to the Infirmary, where she has to deal with a fussy Sister who got a beesting 4 days ago and is basically fine, but thinks she's dying. Whee.

Oz smiles as he sighs and stands up better to go lay down, he will nap till dinner and go to dinner and tell the dibbuns some sort of bed time story, probably about Martin and Rose

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Oz-  Badger-young adult-Wanderer